I woke up Saturday morning REALLY sad. 1 week left. It went so fast. I didn’t want to go home.
It was looking like it was going to be a day of moping around the apartment with my broody face on, but I decided to force myself out into the open, despite the persistent rain that was falling from the sky.
I ended up walking a little bit.
In the end, I’m glad I went out. I walked A LOT. Got totally soaked, but it was good. Saw some markets, walked through some of the city I’d not seen before, and spent quality time on the subway getting myself home.
